"On the bum?" she said quietly.
"I--suppose," I said honestly, "though the word has connotations which
don't describe me." I put my hand in my jacket pocket and fumbled in the
open bag for one of the smaller diamonds. I brought one out about the
size of my little finger nail, and placed it on the table.
All the light in the room seemed to be suddenly imprisoned there. She
stared at it, and up at me.
"Fred--for heaven's sake--that's not--real, is it?"